Zhao Yan stopped coughing, his scarlet eyes turning to the corner of the wall, staring at Lin Yu, whose eyes were closed and whose breath was weak.
Sensing the aura of Great Grandmaster within himself, he laughed hoarsely. The laughter aggravated his wounds, causing a little more blood to seep out, but he didn't care at all.
"Kid, stop playing dead, I know you can hear me." Zhao Yan licked his dry, bloodied lips.
"Just you wait. Once I've healed these injuries and stabilized my cultivation level, the first thing I'll do is go find those bastards from the Golden Bull Martial Arts School and give them another piece of my mind."
"Hehe, they still have some good stuff in their warehouse that they haven't had time to take yet!"
In the corner, Lin Yu's eyelids twitched, and he opened them with difficulty, replying weakly, "If you want to go, go yourself. I'm not going to die with you."
He closed his eyes again and focused all his energy on using his internal energy to repair his internal organs.
Hanging out with this lunatic is a death sentence; you couldn't pay with ten lives.
He finally understood: Zhao Yan was a walking troublemaker, and a super-sized one at that.
Zhao Yan wasn't annoyed; he just chuckled strangely twice, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the "Sunflower Manual."
Golden Bull Martial Arts School, underground secret room.
The atmosphere was so heavy it felt like it was about to freeze.
The few remaining high-ranking members of the martial arts school, including the severely injured and weakened master Jin Potian, all stood with their hands at their sides, holding their breath.
In front of them, Ancestor Jin stood with his hands behind his back.
His gaze was fixed intently on the circular array on the ground in front of him, which was about three meters in diameter and covered with intricate runes.
"Ancestor, will the envoy from the Upper Realm really come?" Feng Tao couldn't help but ask in a low voice, his voice tinged with trepidation.
They had been waiting here for almost an hour.
Ancestor Jin didn't turn around, but slowly said, "The Teleportation Talisman has been sent, and the Upper Realm's guiding array has been activated. They... will come; it's only a matter of time."
There was a hint of bitterness in his voice.
Inviting beings from the Upper Realm to descend is tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house.
The powers of the Upper Realm look down upon this world as if it were ants; their arrival is certainly not merely to avenge the Golden Bull Martial Arts School.
Ancestor Jin silently mourned, wondering if he would be able to send them off when the time came.
But right now, besides hoping for a military deterrent from the envoys of the Upper Realm, are there any other options?
Zhao Yan has become Great Grandmaster, and his ferocity has only grown stronger. If he is not eliminated, the martial arts school will never have peace.
Other covetous forces will certainly not let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by.
Time ticked by, and the atmosphere in the sealed room grew increasingly oppressive.
A fine sheen of sweat appeared on Feng Tao's forehead.
Buzz!
The teleportation array on the ground trembled violently.
The previously flickering light suddenly became stable and bright.
An indescribable pressure, accompanied by fluctuations in the formation, slowly emanated from the center.
Ancestor Jin's pupils contracted slightly, his expression becoming extremely respectful, even tinged with humility. He was the first to bow in greeting. "Welcome to the envoy from the Upper Realm!"
Behind them, Jin Potian, Feng Tao, and the others hurriedly followed suit, bowing deeply and not daring to breathe.
The light at the center of the magic circle formed a dazzling ball of light.
The light faded, revealing the true form of the newcomer.
The person on the left is dressed in a moon-white robe, with a pair of wings sticking out of his back. He has sunken eyes and an extremely sinister aura.
The man on the right was a bald giant with muscles that were nearly two meters tall.
He was dressed in simple black outfit, his eyes were fierce like a wild beast, and he carried two huge black axes that looked like door panels crossed on his back.
His mere breathing carried the heavy sound of wind and thunder, and when his gaze swept over Ancestor Jin and the others, he made no attempt to hide his disdain.
The aura emanating from both of them was as deep and profound as an abyss, far surpassing that of Ancestor Jin, a mere novice Martial Venerable.
The white-robed man, in particular, made Ancestor Jin's heart pound with fear.
"Are you the current head of the Golden Bull Martial Arts School in this world?" the white-robed man asked, his voice superior yet carrying an undeniable authority. His language was slightly different from the locals', but everyone could understand it.
Ancestor Jin quickly stepped forward and bowed again. "Indeed, I am Jin Wujiao."
"We have no choice but to disturb the sect this time. Our martial arts school has encountered a great calamity. The enemy is fierce and powerful, and there are even suspicions that they stole spiritual items such as the Spirit Jade."
"We earnestly request the envoy from the superior sect to lend a helping hand, eliminate the villains, and reclaim the treasure. Our martial arts school is willing to offer everything at your command!"
Upon hearing this, the man in white narrowed his sunken eyes slightly, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire secret chamber.
His eyes flashed with disdain, his tone laced with undisguised contempt and impatience. "Just a mere piece of Spirit Jade, and you've made such a fuss to keep me waiting? You're wasting my time!"
Jin Wujiao was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to his knees, his forehead hitting the cold ground with a dull thud.
His voice trembled uncontrollably. "Envoy, please calm your anger! Envoy, please calm your anger! It was my ignorance, it was my rudeness!"
"We can deal with that Great Grandmaster Zhao Yan who used the Spirit Jade to break through, but we cannot eradicate him. We fear that if he continues to do evil, it will jeopardize our sect's assets in this realm. That's why... that's why we had no choice but to disturb the envoy. We beg your forgiveness!"
At this moment, he no longer possessed even a trace of the majesty of a Martial Venerable Ancestor. Before a true powerhouse from the Upper Realm, he was as humble as an old dog.
Jin Potian and the others were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to even breathe.
"Hmph!" The white-robed man snorted coldly. Without him making any move, Ancestor Jin, who was kneeling on the ground, felt as if he had been kicked hard in the chest by an invisible giant foot.
Ancestor Jin's aged body flew backward and crashed hard into the hard alloy wall of the secret room, causing the wall to dent deeply.
Ancestor Jin was embedded in the wall, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, the sound of his chest bones cracking clearly audible, his breath instantly weakening, barely clinging to life.
He couldn't even let out a scream; only a hoarse, leaky sound came from his throat, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.
A dignified Martial Venerable, a top existence in this world, was left barely clinging to life by a single, gentle kick.
A casual strike severely injured Martial Venerable; this was the strength of the person from the Upper Realm.
The temperature inside the sealed room seemed to have dropped to freezing point, and everyone felt as if their blood was about to freeze.
Cold sweat poured down Feng Tao's forehead and dripped down his chin. He regretted coming along today.
The man in white robes didn't even glance at Ancestor Jin, who was embedded in the wall and whose life or death was unknown. His gaze casually swept over the crowd trembling on the ground.
Finally, the gaze fell upon Jin Potian, who was severely injured with a severed arm and a deathly pale face. The hand lazily pointed. "You, come up here."
Jin Potian shuddered and scrambled forward, not daring to lift his head, his voice trembling so badly it was almost incoherent. "This... this humble one, Jin Potian, greets the envoy."
"I rarely come down here, not to listen to your complaints, nor specifically for a broken stone." The white-robed man spoke indifferently, as if casually injuring Ancestor Jin just now was merely a dusting off.
"Let's find a place for me and Junior Brother Tie Kuang to rest first. This shabby place of yours must have something to help us relax, right? Make the arrangements."
The bald, giant man behind him, Tie Kuang, grinned widely upon hearing this, revealing a bloodthirsty and lewd smile, and licked his lips with his scarlet tongue.